[verse one: prodigy] it is all so simple just add it all up my mail box is on fire, ’cause my checks don’t stop pockets full of chunky black, can’t f*ck with these crop that these n*gg*z be smokin’, straight out the yard might catch me in a burgundy chair, my shirt blockin’ fresh with my bandanna and timbs, we outta there pushin’ to the limit like montana did army bags full of money, bullet proof this and that too, put some in the roof n*gg*z be shootin’ from windows, we untouchable yea we is rich thugs, that shoot up clubs make alb*ms that click more than little drugs infamous, ’cause, or if you a blood you goin’ need that bandanna for your head, you go at us no sh*t our songs b*mp, and girls show us love ’cause they know who big, y’all got love then

[chorus: prodigy (havoc)] i gotta have the big chain, or the watch yo (that’s how (gangstas roll)) i need me a big phatty, straight video hoe (that’s how (gangstas roll)) back sit at the black truck, with the black rims yo (that’s how (gangstas roll)) in the club with my gat, what?, we got this sh*t sold (that’s how (gangstas roll))

[verse two: havoc] yo you ain’t clappin’ nuttin’, splashin’ nuttin’, lettin’ nuttin’ die real n*gg*z never advertise, what the f*ck is on they mind? the real never stop until they get at, bringin’ sh*t to where yo live it tell whoever the other drama with, on the floor dyin’ out of there before the siren, bounce, dismantle your iron lost count how many times, i had these b*tch n*gg*z flyin’ give a f*ck, shoot his *ss, for the littlest thing the princ*p*l, minuscule, my gun is still ring you ain’t flippin’ nuttin’, makin’ cheddar, y’all n*gg*z broke broke guns, broke dunns, y’all got jokes yea i’ma hammer like a fiend, when he need it, let it smoke when you b*tches act up, it relax even more pretty sure n*gg*z know they don’t – don’t put ’em all when they finally figure it out, his slow *ss gone yea you runnin’ with ’em, dime with ’em, try to switch teams and get your motha’f*ckin’ head blown off clean

[chorus: prodigy (havoc)]

[interlude: prodigy x2] yea, infamous n*gg*, we all up in these set the girls comin’ with us, your money is a bet we gon’ take all y’all money and smoke with the clique ga’head and think funny, and we shootin’ for you head